I woke up, stepped out onto the porch and was pleasantly surprised at the early winter warm spell that had set in. As fast as I could, grabbed the equipment and hurried to my favorite spot on the stream. I knew with the sudden change in temperature that there would be a mist hanging in the air. It was like a spa treatment from nature. The warm mist rising from the cold mountain stream hung in the air like a sauna. Even the birds in the brush were singing again. That was the last remnant of warmth that winter, I cherished the respite that nature gave on that December morning.